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The Words I Couldn't Say	By : vampireunicorn Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thanks to moodysavage and Masako for their reviews of Chapter seven :D
@ moodysavage; Thank you so much! I'm glad that my aim came through in that scene, I really wanted to write the most romantic bondage scene I could, lol, so I love that you picked up on that ^^
@ Masako; Sasuke is a bit of a twat, lol! I'm glad that you're not staying mad at him, though. I've always felt that he is his own worst enemy, and thats the part of his personality I've picked up on in this...it does lead to a lot of frustration, though!
Thanks to all the readers and raters, here's chapter eight, please let me know what you think ^^
Oh, and if you find the thought of sex in an old abandoned church offensive, you might want to approach this with caution; no offense is intended, though.
Chapter Eight
July 15^th – 2 Months to the Wedding
The days since Minato had approved Naruto’s proposal had sped by; Naruto found himself, for what seemed the first time in his life, genuinely busy. And he was loving it; his main regret was that he hadn’t thought of teaming up with Sasuke sooner. They spent the days together, and the nights locked in each other’s embrace. After the memorable night in the club, they had steered clear of bondage play. It had been amazing, they had both agreed that, but something to do only occasionally. Naruto still remembered the terror he had felt when Sasuke had passed out. That was not something he wanted to experience again anytime soon.
They had started working on the marketing of the Strawberry Whip cream tea almost immediately. The plan was to trial it as a regular in selected shops, and see how it took off. Naruto had volunteered himself (and by proxy Sasuke) to take on pretty much everything, including poster design. It was a pity that neither of them were particularly artistic. Hinata, however, proved to have quite a flare for design. She was the first recruit.
After that, and Naruto didn’t quite know how it happened, they managed to get Juugo, Karin and Suigetsu on board. Fugaku was paying them a substantial wage to do not a lot, so Sasuke had declared they may as well make themselves useful. Karin seemed to have missed her calling as a PA. Though to be fair, not many PAs could shoot with deadly accuracy using a worrying number of different firearms.
Out of the three of them, Naruto had decided that he liked Juugo the best. Karin was a bit obsessed with Sasuke. Naruto was sure he had seen a pink haired doll, full of pins amongst her possessions. Sasuke insisted that it was just loyalty; Naruto wasn’t so sure. Suigetsu, he was sure, had been found in a prison somewhere. He was the sort of body guard that you only took out with you if you really thought that someone may attack you. Juugo, in comparison, was quiet, and loved animals. He and Hinata seemed to get on very well; Naruto supposed they had bonded over the fainting incident. They had found a kitten with a broken leg somewhere, and now the little pest was a permanent fixture in Sasuke’s office. Kurohime, as it was fancifully named, was limping around and getting into everything. Hinata and Karin thought it could be their mascot. Sasuke had threatened to kill it on several occasions, but Naruto had caught him cwtching it when he thought no one else was looking.
Sakura and the wedding were not off limit subjects as such, but both Naruto and Sasuke found themselves too busy to really talk about the wedding or the fiancée. There was only one incident, a few days after Naruto had come out to Mikoto’s dinner party.
Naruto had been reading over Tenten’s article. It turned out that the woman wrote for a gay magazine; it was mainly about Kushina and Mikoto branching out into gay rights, which Naruto had known would happen. He was still half expecting to find his room decorated with rainbows when he came home. He had a mention in one paragraph. It was slightly disappointing; he had wanted something a bit more sensational. Sasuke had practically melted with relief.
Said Uchiha was drying his hair from his shower. Naruto had wrapped a towel around his waist, and had flopped down on Sasuke’s bed to peruse the article. He looked up, eyes tracing Sasuke’s form. There were still dark bruises around Sasuke’s throat; something that made him cringe in shame, and want to dance around in elation at the same time. Sasuke was his, and he sort of regretted that the marks would fade.
Naruto’s eyes narrowed as he realised Sasuke looked nervous. His lover had been edgy all evening, but Naruto had put that down to having to spend the day with Sakura. Sudden dread settled in the pit of his belly, as he wondered what had managed to make Sasuke, who wasn’t afraid of anything, nervous.
“I need to ask you a favour,” Sasuke said, turning his back on Naruto and beginning to comb through his wet hair.
“What sort of favour?” Naruto had asked, suspiciously.
Sasuke let out his breath in a long sigh. “Sakura wants me to sort out inviting my guests. Non family guests. And as you’re my best man she thought-”
“Wait. I’m what? Best what?” Naruto sat up, letting the magazine drop to the floor.
“Best man.” Sasuke’s back was still to him, but it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Since when? You know I don’t want you to get married, so why would I be your best man? Besides, don’t you think it’s a little perverse to have your gay lover as your best man?”
“Well, since Itachi is too ill-”
“What?” Naruto got to his feet, ignoring the towel that puddled around his ankles. “I’m not even your first choice?”
Sasuke spun around at that point. “You just said that you didn’t want to do it!”
“I don’t, but I could at least be your first choice. Seems like I’m second in everything with you.”
“You’re my first and only love.” Sasuke’s voice was quiet as he said that, his dark eyes intense with emotion. Naruto cursed the evil bastard for making him melt with a few words.
Later, he had cornered his mother for a proper rant.
“I don’t get him,” he snarled as he paced the length of the lounge. Kushina was making paper chains for some obscure reason, and there was glue everywhere. Naruto had already kicked over one pot; another one was slowly solidifying on a cushion.
“Why would he even consider me for best man? Oh, right, because I’m the only one. It’s either me or Itachi, and Itachi is too ill.” He kicked at a fallen cushion, and had to shake it off his foot as it stuck to him.
“Don’t you see how perfect this is?” Kushina exclaimed, her tone gleeful. “You’re in the middle of enemy territory. It’s the perfect place to launch a counter attack.”
Naruto stopped his pacing and turned to face her. “How? If I try to sabotage the wedding, Sasuke’s going to know.”
Kushina rolled her eyes, gluing another paper link together. “Because, chickpea, you can see exactly what Sakura is planning. I’m pretty sure a lot of the things she likes Sasuke loathes. You know what he likes. Support him; show him that you know him better than her. And you can remind him of the very heterosexual traditions of marriage. Oooh, by the way, you have to sign my petition to legalise gay marriage.”
Naruto had capitulated; so far he had managed to get away with avoiding the wedding planning meetings, mainly because Sasuke was avoiding them too. That wasn’t going to last, though. Sakura had a day planned out for them. Hinata and Juugo were going to look after Kurohime and put the finishing touches on the script for the radio ad, and Suigetsu was taking the finished posters to a printing company owned by the Uchiha. Sasuke and Naruto were being taken for tuxedo fittings by Sakura. Karin was doing duty as security detail for that.
Fugaku had been interviewing for a security team for Sakura, but didn’t have one as yet. Sakura had paled a bit when he had raised the notion at dinner the other night. He had even offered Kisame, Itachi’s hulking body guard, who mainly did duty as a chauffer for hospital visits these days. Itachi and Sasuke had managed to talk him out of it. Someone as intimidating as Kisame would attract attention, and Sakura was still mainly unknown. Naruto privately thought that Fugaku’s obsession with security staff was more for show than actual protection; a pretentious display of Uchiha power.
“I don’t see why I need a new tuxedo,” Naruto grumbled. He was perched on one of the desks that they had commandeered and dragged into Sasuke’s study. The room had undergone a transformation over the course of the week. Previously it had held a desk, upon which sat Sasuke’s laptop, and a few shelves for filing. They had crammed in the other desks, and some more shelves. Suigetsu had found a spare laptop somewhere. A basket and litter tray for the kitten had appeared, as well as a small potted plant. A coffee machine sat on one desk; they had joked about getting a water cooler from somewhere, but Sasuke had vetoed that, as no one knew how to plumb the thing in.
Said Uchiha raised an eyebrow at Naruto’s complaint. “You don’t have a tuxedo,” he said.
“I have a suit. It’s a good suit; I don’t see why I can’t just wear that.”
“Because…I don’t know why, but if I have to spend the day shopping for stupid tuxedos with Sakura, then you have to do it too. It’s your job as my best man.” He rescued a pen lid from the kitten, and placed it onto his desk.
“I resign,” Naruto muttered, sliding off of the desk. There was so much work still to do; he begrudged any time Sasuke spent with Sakura on principle, but it was worse when it was getting in the way of their work.
Sasuke was grinning at him; it was unexpected, considering that he was about as thrilled as Naruto with the prospect of the coming shopping trip.
“You’re so sexy when you’re all caught up in work,” Sasuke purred. “I can see it in your eyes; you want to stay here.”
Naruto snorted at the praise, but he could feel a blush tingling his ears. He wanted to pull Sasuke into a kiss, but Hinata and Juugo were going to be there any minute, and Sasuke would resist him. Or at least, he thought he would; several times when they were working he had unthinkingly placed a hand on Sasuke’s thigh, or twined their fingers together. Sometimes Sasuke would shy away from the contact, sometimes he would tolerate it; once, he had even initiated it. Naruto was tempted to see what would happen if he did kiss Sasuke, when the door opened, quashing the notion.
Hinata entered, and made a bee line for the kitten. Juugo followed her in. “Sakura and Karin are waiting in the car,” Hinata said, pulling Kurohime from behind a book shelf. The cat made a yowl of protest, but was soon purring away, cradled in Hinata’s arms.
“It might be an idea to go before they kill each other,” Juugo added mildly.
Sasuke let out a groan. “Come on,” he said to Naruto. “There is no way you’re leaving me alone with those two.”
“Fine,” Naruto said with a martyred sigh. He gave the study a wistful look, before following Sasuke.
They found Karin and Sakura sat in stony silence; Karin had put herself in the driver’s seat; Sakura sat in the back, on the opposite side. They were taking the silver Mercedes, one of the family cars, Naruto noticed, rather than one of Sasuke’s. He quickly slipped into the front passenger seat, since he didn’t want to share the back seat with Sakura. He could feel the dirty look Sasuke gave him through the back of his head. He ignored it, in much the same way as he ignored Sakura latching onto Sasuke the moment he slid in next to her on the back seat. He was sure he heard someone grinding their teeth, but he couldn’t decide if it was Karin or Sasuke.
The car journey was pretty awful; Sakura babbled on about their itinerary for the day; Naruto tried to ignore her. Karin had a particularly useful method for this; she turned the radio on. Loud.
Occasionally Naruto would glance at Sasuke in the mirror; inevitably their eyes would meet. Naruto wondered how Sasuke managed to continue to convince himself that this wedding was a good idea. His body language suggested that he was trying to stop himself from violently shaking Sakura off. She had her head resting on his shoulder, and one of her arms looped with his. Sasuke, Naruto knew from very pleasant personal experience, could be a surprisingly cuddly person. However, he also didn’t like to be touched; for Sasuke, touching was a privilege, not a right. Naruto had learned over the years, long before they had become lovers, that sometimes you could push your way past Sasuke’s defences, and sometimes you just needed to stay the fuck away from him. It was a subtle thing, and clearly Sakura hadn’t caught on to it.
She didn’t understand him the way Naruto did; she didn’t even seem to want to try. Surely she had picked up on at least some of his personality quirks. Though apparently not. She snuggled closer to Sasuke; it was almost as if she was purposefully trying to piss him off. The grinding teeth this time definitely belonged to Naruto. Sasuke was unbelievably stupid; every time their eyes met, the animosity caused by Sakura was burned away, his dark eyes smouldering with passion. Yet he didn’t pull away from her, didn’t call the wedding off, didn’t admit to everyone that it was Naruto that he loved. He was so unbelievably frustrating.
Naruto’s head began to pound; it was going to be a long day.
Naruto felt increasingly out of place as they walked along the high street. Sakura walked arm in arm with Sasuke, while Karin followed, her eyes everywhere. Looking out for signs of danger, Naruto supposed. Not that anyone spared them a second glance; Sasuke and Sakura fit in, a good looking heterosexual couple out for a shopping trip. Naruto felt like the third wheel as he followed them; possibly he could carry their bags, he thought bitterly. It was a horrible feeling, and one he didn’t wish to experience again. He knew this was what life would be like if Sasuke married Sakura, and more than ever he was determined to make sure that the wedding never happened.
He fixed his sunniest grin on his face, and channelled his mother. He barged in between Sasuke and Sakura, breaking her hold on his lover. He draped an arm over each shoulder; loosely over Sakura’s, squeezing Sasuke tightly.
“So, where are we going first?” He asked.
Sakura shot him a miffed look; Sasuke looked positively grateful.
“I did say in the car,” Sakura said.
“The music was a bit loud, I didn’t hear,” Naruto replied.
“We are going to Beau Beau to get you both fitted for your tuxedos, and to make sure that the colours go with my dress. We can check the progress on the bridesmaid’s dresses at the same time.”
“Oooh, can we have kilts?”
“No. Then I want to go to the jewellers, and check on the rings; we’re having them custom made.”
“How nice.”
Sakura appeared to be immune to sarcasm. “I also want to check on my tiara,” She continued, “but Sasuke can’t see that, so I thought that you could go for coffee, then meet me for a sandwich after.”
“All planed out; how very militant.”
“Naruto, I am working on a very tight schedule. We only have two months, and there is still so much to do. Did you two manage to get those invites out?”
“Yes.” Eventually. Naruto had become distracted by the way Sasuke bit on the end of his pen, and they had needed to re-do a few due to staining. It had made a distasteful task a bit more fun. Still, the longer Sasuke dallied, the harder it would be to cancel the wedding.
Naruto had imagined that tuxedo fitting would be over fairly shortly; a few measurements, and done. Not so; he and Sasuke were made to stand on stools with their arms held out, while a wizened little man poked and prodded at them. They remained on the stools while the Sakura examined different materials with the little man. Karin got bored and began to read a bridal magazine. Naruto was bursting for a piss, but when he had tried to get off of the stool, the little man had actually glared at him.
“You know I seriously hate you right now,” he hissed at Sasuke, trying to ignore the pain in his bladder, and taking out his frustration on the nearest target, who did happen to be to blame for most of his woes, anyway.
“This wasn’t my idea,” Sasuke hissed back. “You think I like spending my time in stuffy little shops?”
“The front of the shop is actually quite big,” Karin chimed in. “They serve champagne to the bridesmaids while the bride tries on her dress. Obviously things are different for men.”
“Yeah,” Naruto snorted, “We get forced to play statues and groped by little old men.”
“Groped?” Sasuke raised a questioning eyebrow.
Naruto glanced at him, “What, he didn’t cop a feel when he was measuring your inside leg?”
“No; must just be you. Maybe he read that magazine article and thought he was in with a chance.”
Naruto shuddered. “Please don’t,” he said. “He’s definitely not my type.”
Both Karin and Sasuke snickered.
Sakura and the old pervert returned. Sakura looked pleased. “Ok,” she said, “I need to have a look at the bridesmaid dresses, but we have two sample tuxes for you to try on.”
“Can I please take a piss first?” Naruto asked.
“Its round the corner, I’ll show you,” the old man said. Naruto was sure that he saw the barest wink.
“I’ll come too,” Sasuke said, practically leaping off his stool.
The old man showed them to the dingy store bathroom, then pointed out the changing rooms before leaving them to it.
Naruto relieved himself with a soft sigh; Sasuke apparently didn’t need to go.
“Were you jealous of the little old tuxedo man?” Naruto asked with a grin, tucking his dick away and zipping up his fly.
Sasuke snorted. “Of course not.” But he grabbed Naruto and gave him a deep, possessive kiss that said otherwise.
“Sasuke,” Naruto breathed against his lover’s mouth, “this is torture. I can’t stand seeing you with her.”
Sasuke at least had the grace to look guilty. “It’s just one day,” he said.
“Idiot; of course it’s not just one day. It’s going to be every day for the rest of our lives unless you stop this. Please Sasuke.”
“Not now,” Sasuke replied, his dark eyes troubled.
“If not now, then when? You know that she’s not right for you, yet you persist in acting out this farce. I can see it in your eyes when you’re with her, and Sakura’s not stupid. She’s not going to be blind to you forever.”
Anger snapped in Sasuke’s eyes now. Good, Naruto thought, why should I be the only one pissed off by this day?
“I don’t want to fight with you here, Naruto,” Sasuke said through clenched teeth. “You’re right, we both know it, but I have no choice. I must play this farce to the end. Believe me when I say that I take less joy in this than you do.”
He turned, and stalked out of the bathroom.
Naruto found him in the changing room, fiddling with his shirt buttons. He grabbed the other tuxedo silently, and began to strip. He could feel Sasuke’s eyes on his body as he removed his shirt, and slipped off his jeans, but pettiness augmented by his headache made him ignore the other man. The only reason Sasuke didn’t want to fight was because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to push Naruto into makeup sex. Every fight ended with sex, and was never, ever resolved. Naruto wished that Sasuke would just back down for once, and apologise. That wasn’t going to happen, though. At least, not here and now.
He put on the shirt and trousers; the bow tie defeated him. Eventually, frustration getting the better of him, he turned to Sasuke.
His breath stopped. Sasuke had had no problem with any item of his clothing; he was fully dressed. There was something about Sasuke that enabled him to look good, whatever he wore; he could make rags look attractive, wearing the tuxedo he looked stunning. He was all in black and white; the only point of colour was the scarlet cummerbund around his waist. His dark eyes were deep with sadness, and Naruto wanted to kiss him and curse him. I have the way to make everything better, he wanted to scream; all you need to do it let me.
“You look beautiful,” Naruto murmured.
Sasuke smiled, and grabbed Naruto’s bow tie. He wrapped it around Naruto’s neck, deftly tying it with a few flicks of his fingers. Naruto could feel his breath against his cheek.
“You scrub up pretty well, too,” Sasuke said with a wry grin on his face. “Naruto, I-”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe how good you look!” Sakura’s squeal had them practically leaping apart. Naruto contemplated murder as she pushed past him to tweak at Sasuke’s bow tie. “You should see the bridesmaid dresses,” she gushed, “they’re perfect!”
It didn’t get any better than that; if anything, the day went steadily downhill. Naruto found himself listing all the things he could be doing in place of trudging along with Sasuke and Sakura’s faux domestic bliss. Having a root canal drilled was number ten, though he lost count due to not writing them all down. The high point of the day came when Karin accidently mistook Sakura for a stalker coming back from the jewellers, and sprayed her with mace.
The visit to A&E was almost fun in comparison.
They had a brief moment alone as Sakura was having her eyes checked as a precaution.
“I need to see you tonight,” Sasuke said. They were both leaning against a wall littered with posters about cataracts and eating fruit. Sasuke’s eyes were fixed, unseeing, at the far wall.
Naruto was almost tempted to say no, after the day he had had to endure. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the work they could have been doing.
“What time,” he found himself asking.
Sasuke let out a shuddering breath, and his eyes flicked towards Naruto. “Half eight,” he said, “I have some catching up to do,” he grimaced.
Naruto found himself giving voice to something that he had been thinking of for a while. “Sasuke, you should just drop your father’s work; it’s not like he doesn’t have a million people to help him out,” he said. “We should start a business together, it’s been fun, you know, doing this thing for my dad. But I really want to do something that’s our own. We make a good team; we could even employ Hinata and the others properly.” He glanced at Sasuke, surprised to see that the Uchiha had turned dead pale.
“Don’t,” he said, “I can’t bear wanting any more things I can’t have.”
Naruto risked grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. Surprisingly, Sasuke squeezed back. All of Naruto’s instincts were begging him to push, but he couldn’t, not in the middle of a hospital corridor.
“This conversation isn’t over, Sasuke,” he said instead, releasing Sasuke’s hand.
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Mikoto wasn’t hosting that night, so Naruto partook in the Uzumaki-Namikaze family dinner instead. Kushina occasionally dabbled in cooking; thankfully she had been too busy that evening, and had the hired chief who also doubled as the gardener, cook instead. Sometimes he would join them for dinner, but he was visiting family that evening, so the table was set for three.
“How was your day, chickpea?” Kushina asked as Naruto moodily pushed his food around on his plate.
“Terrible. I fought with Sasuke, got groped by an old man, had to spend time with Sakura, then ended up in A&E.”
“Who got hurt?”
“Karin mace’d Sakura. She said it was an accident, but I’m pretty sure she did it on purpose.”
Kushina almost choked on her peas as she began laughing hysterically. Minato was trying to look disapproving, and failing miserably. Naruto found himself chuckling along. It had been pretty funny, though he doubted Sakura saw it that way. She had been very subdued coming out of the hospital, and the look she had shot Karin was pure murder. She had been lucky, though. Karin had missed her eyes; all the way to the hospital she had been panicking about having to wear an eye patch.
“Sasuke’s still being so stubborn, though,” Naruto continued, his mirth fleeing from him. “Sakura is really getting to him, but he still insists on going through with the wedding. And the longer he drags it out, the harder it will be to stop it.” He dropped his head to the table, momentarily weighted down by the task in front of him.
Kushina reached over and tousled his hair. “Don’t fret, bean sprout; too late is after they say ‘I do’. You have plenty of time. And I have another plan.” Naruto looked up to see her grinning at him. It was a grin that made him feel very nervous. She got up from the table, and grabbed a bag from the corner of the room. She emptied the contents of the bag in front of Naruto.
He glanced down, puzzled. “Wait, is that porn?”
“Yup. And not just any porn; straight porn.” Kushina beamed at him. It was really disturbing to have your mother give you porn while looking so happy about it.
“Mum, really not wanting to go there with you, but sex is fine between us. It’s everything else that’s fucked up. Plus, I don’t see how straight porn is going to help us.”
“Because you will be showing Sasuke what he’s letting himself in for; I’ve had a look at some of them, there’s more boobs and fannies than an all girls Catholic School in there.”
“I really didn’t need to know that,” Naruto said, pushing his plate away. He wasn’t hungry anymore.
“Maybe that could be a plan B. Or plan…Y,” Minato cut in. “Remember, Naruto, Sasuke is a very stubborn person. If you push him too hard, he’ll do the opposite just to prove that he’s still in control.”
Naruto glanced at his dad. “What do you think I should do, then?” He asked; whatever he said was bound to be more helpful than Kushina’s straight porn idea.
“Nothing. You need to focus on yourself, and stop worrying so much about Sasuke. I need you to go out of town for me. I’ve selected the stores for the preliminary run, and I want you to make your proposal to each of them, and hand out the promotional posters; it shouldn’t be more than a week or two.”
“I can’t; Sasuke needs me to-”
“If Sasuke needs you as much as you say, don’t you think that being away will make him realise it? Naruto, a relationship is made of give and take. All you’re doing is giving. Even without Sakura, it’s not stable. Remember the old saying; absence makes the heart grow fonder? I think time away from Sasuke is exactly what you both need.”
Naruto considered it; he was loath to leave Sasuke and Sakura together for any length of time, but that would happen anyway if they got married. Naruto could feel Sasuke slipping through his fingers, and he would do anything to hold on to him.
“It makes sense, I suppose,” Naruto said, “and I would like to see the project through to the end. When do I need to go?”
Minato grinned “not straight away,” he said, “you need to finish the radio ad, and finalise some designs, remember.”
“Maybe you could not call him, wait for Sasuke to call you,” Kushina added.
Minato shot a fond, if exasperated look. “Kushina, this isn’t about Sasuke, it’s about Naruto.” He turned to his son. “You need to think; what would you do if Sasuke and Sakura did marry. Would you consent to be his secret lover?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Naruto said, “the wedding won’t happen.”
“Ok, but I’m just saying what if,” Minato’s voice was patient.
Naruto scowled. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about, ever. He couldn’t be without Sasuke, but he wouldn’t be a dirty little secret. “The wedding won’t happen,” he said, “even if I have to stop it myself, it won’t happen.”
He got up from the table, grabbed the porn, just in case, and stormed from the room. He wouldn’t make the choice between Sasuke and his integrity. He wouldn’t. His dad wanted him to live for himself and not Sasuke, but how could he not include Sasuke in everything he did when Sasuke felt like a part of him?
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He arrived early at the Uchiha mansion; he parked his car, and went around the back. Sasuke’s window was always open, and he didn’t want to risk running into anyone. His dad’s words still echoed in his mind; paired with the shitty day he had just had, and Sasuke’s continuing stubbornness, Naruto was finding it very hard to find his normal cheery equilibrium. Spending the night with Sasuke would help, he hoped. Either that, or make everything ten times worse.
The light was on in Sasuke’s room. Naruto smiled to himself, and began to climb the trellis. He pulled the window wide enough for him to fit in; precariously balancing himself with his other hand on the sill, and climbed in. The very feminine shriek that greeted him was unexpected.
He turned to find Sakura sprawled on Sasuke’s bed, wearing not a lot, her green eyes wide.
For a long moment, they both stared at each other, stupefied by the other’s presence. Sakura was wearing a pink negligee that just about covered her to mid thigh. The material was filmy, and didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
“What are you doing here?” Naruto asked, finding his tongue.
“What am I doing here? I’m Sasuke’s fiancée, why wouldn’t I be in his room? What are you doing here?” Sakura grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest; much to Naruto’s relief. He had been able to see her nipples, and he dearly wished he could erase the sight from his memory.
“I’m here to...” fuck your precious fiancé into the mattress you’re casually lying on “finish some work we didn’t get done today.”
A puzzled frown appeared on Sakura’s face “You came in through the window.”
Naruto shrugged, “force of habit,” he said.
“So you often come in through the window? Why?”
“It’s a short cut. Look, Sasuke is expecting me so I know that he didn’t invite you to drape yourself all over his bedding.”
Sakura flushed. “Listen, Naruto, can you please leave him to me for this one night. You seem to be with him all the time, and I know you’ve got this tea thing going on, but I think that he and I should have some us time, you know.”
For a brief moment Naruto contemplated dragging Sakura out of the room, and dumping her in the corridor. Why should he care if he was acting like the jealous boyfriend; it was true, after all. His dad’s words came back to him do nothing. And this was a perfect situation for him to do nothing. Sasuke would likely flip at the sight of a practically naked Sakura in his bed. However, there was no way that Naruto was going to leave them alone; if nothing else, he deserved a bit of comedy after the day he had had. And he needed to be there in case Sasuke was so stupefied that he let Sakura rape him.
“Ok,” he said, “I just need to take a leak, then I’ll go out the bathroom window.”
“You have horrible bladder control,” Sakura said. Obviously she hadn’t been in Sasuke’s room very often, otherwise she would know that while Sasuke’s en suite did have a window, it was far too small for anyone to climb out of.
There was a sound of footsteps, then the clunking of the key in the lock. Naruto briefly wondered how Sakura had managed to get into a locked room.
“It’s Sasuke,” Sakura hissed, “get out of here, quick!”
Naruto ducked into the bathroom, leaving the door open a tiny crack. The bed was directly opposite, so Naruto had a perfect view as Sasuke entered his room, tugging at his tie. Naruto stifled a giggle with the back of his hand at the incredulous double take Sasuke did at the sight of Sakura on his bed. She had dumped the pillow, and was reclining on her back, an expression on her face that Naruto thought was supposed to be sultry.
“Sakura? What are you doing?” Sasuke exclaimed, his dark eyes widening.
When it became clear that he wasn’t going to budge from his stance half way across the room, Sakura sat up. One of the straps to her negligee slipped down her arm, half exposing her breast. Naruto was almost impressed; he was sure it was done on purpose, but it seemed to be completely accidental. Whatever Sasuke might think, Naruto was pretty damn convinced that Sakura was as much a virgin as he was.
“I thought that we could spend the night together,” Sakura said, her voice suddenly throaty. She rose up to her knees, and crawled across the bed towards Sasuke. “I don’t think I can wait any longer, I want to have you now, Sasuke.”
From the look on Sasuke’s face, she may as well have said that she wanted him to eat barbecued puppies with her.
“Sakura, I really think we should wait until after-”
Sakura leaped off the bed, grasped Sasuke’s hair and stopped him with a kiss. Definitely not a virgin, Naruto thought to himself. Sasuke froze for an instant, then grasped Sakura by the shoulders and pushed her away from him.
“Stop it, Sakura,” he said. “I don’t want to ruin our wedding night.”
Sakura pouted. The other strap had slipped, and the slightest movement would likely have her naked. Sasuke seemed to see this, too. He very gingerly moved her to arms length before letting go.
“Sasuke, it’s in two months time, I don’t think anyone will mind us starting early; I want it to be memorable, too, but it doesn’t have to be our first time.” She shrugged her shoulders, and the negligee lost its fight with gravity, pooling at Sakura’s ankles. Sasuke let out a small whimper. Probably fear. Sakura took it for something else, and renewed her assault, pressing Sasuke up against the wall next to the bathroom door. Naruto was glad that she hadn’t chosen the door itself, as they would have both tumbled on top of him. He was poised in case Sakura’s assault gained ground; no way was he letting the first thing Sasuke put his dick in be her cunt.
Sasuke did seem to be capable of defending himself; Sakura appeared to be part octopus as her hands alternated between caressing and stripping Sasuke. He put one hand on her chest, in an attempt to push her away, obviously forgetting that Sakura was a girl, and had extra bits there. He pulled his hand away from her breast as if burnt, but Sakura took his wrist and placed it back, purring as she nuzzled his neck. Naruto wondered if she would notice any of the fading bruises he had placed there.
Every time Sakura placed a hand on Sasuke he would remove it; Sakura seemed to think it was a game. Naruto could clearly see the terror in Sasuke’s eyes as he desperately fought for his chastity.
Sakura’s hand darted down to cup Sasuke’s cock through his trousers. She paused, a puzzled frown appearing on her face as she noticed for the first time Sasuke’s obvious lack of arousal.
“Nervous, Sasuke?” She asked, giving him a playful squeeze. “I can fix that.” She dropped to her knees, and pulled open his fly. She had his limp cock out and her mouth open before it dawned on Sasuke what she meant to do. He pushed her away, spinning out of her reach and grasping his tattered shirt, which was missing several buttons, to his chest. He knocked against the en suite door, banging it into Naruto’s nose. The door ricocheted off of Naruto and slammed shut.
“Oww,” he said quietly, rubbing at the injured appendage. He wondered if he dared open the door again to have a look.
“No means no, Sakura,” Sasuke said, his voice muffled by the closed door. “I want to wait.” Though how he thought that their wedding night would go any better Naruto didn’t know.
“I’m sorry, Sasuke. I just thought…” he voice faded into sniffles. Naruto wondered if this was another ploy. He imagined Sakura, still naked, sat on the floor sobbing, Sasuke feeling sorry for her and taking her into a comforting embrace. She would turn, her lips brushing against his cheek, maybe take a chaste kiss from his lips before…
It was too much to bear, Naruto pushed the door open a crack. Sasuke was standing, his back to Sakura, holding out a pair of jogging bottoms and a tee-shirt. She took the clothing from him, and put it on, her face artfully tear stained. He had replaced his own shirt, Naruto noticed.
“Good night, Sasuke,” she said, pulling open the door. He didn’t answer. She closed it behind her with a small sigh. If it wasn’t Sasuke she had just failed in seducing, Naruto would have felt sorry for her.
Once she was gone, Sasuke strode to the door, and locked it. He sank down onto the bed, buried his head in his hands and let out a groan. Naruto carefully opened the bathroom door, and stepped into the room. Sasuke, made cautious by Sakura’s invasion snapped his head up.
“Naruto? Why were you…you saw?”
Naruto sat down next to Sasuke. “I saw,” he said.
“Well? I’m sure you have a lot to say about that.”
Naruto shook his head. “I think what just happened speaks for itself,” he replied.
Sasuke scowled at him. “I’m still going through with the wedding,” he said.
“Yeah? Well save me a front row ticket for the wedding night, then. Because that’s going to be hilarious.”
“I’m so glad you take pleasure in my pain.”
“Pleasure?” Naruto said flatly, “You really think I enjoy this? It’s not even about the sex, you know. You’ll be giving yourself to her, and I hate it.” He fixed his eyes on the wall, because he couldn’t look at Sasuke. “You know, there’s this myth. I think it’s Greek, or maybe Roman, or Viking…I don’t know, it doesn’t matter where it comes from, anyway. But it goes that once everyone was complete, and you had three types of people, men, women and…half and half.”
“Hermaphrodites,” Sasuke provided.
“Yeah, that’s it. But they did something to piss off the gods…maybe it was the tower of Babel thing?”
“No, that was languages. Everyone spoke the same language until the tower of Babel.”
“Oh, ok well, the gods split everyone in half. I think they all had two heads or something before…anyway, the ones who were fully male were gay, the ones fully female were lesbians, and the ones that were a bit of both were het, and ever since then, we go around looking for our other half, to become complete again. And what I’m trying to say, Sasuke, is that it’s you. You’re my other half, my soul mate, and you’re going to give it all away to her, and it pisses me off so much. Because you know what I’m saying is true.”
“I’m not giving anything away to her,” Sasuke said, his voice soft.
Naruto snorted, “Of course you are,” he said. “I know how the wedding vows go. You’re going to make a solemn promise in front of God to give your heart body and soul to her, and all that stuff belongs to me.”
“It’s just words,” Sasuke replied.
“No it’s not!” Naruto insisted. He could feel tears pooling in his eyes; what a perfect end to a perfect day. “If it’s just words, then when I tell you I love you, are those just words to you, too?”
“Naruto, that’s different. Some words are used to express feelings, some are just…”
“Lies? You can’t lie to God, saying it in a church makes it true.”
“You really believe that?”
Naruto finally glanced over at Sasuke. There was a strange look in his dark eyes. For a wonder he was actually taking Naruto seriously.
“I do,” Naruto replied. “It’s not like I’m religious or anything, but when you make a promise like that, you’re bound to it.”
“And the church matters?” Sasuke persisted.
Naruto frowned at him. “I just said that, didn’t I?”
Sasuke got to his feet. “Come on,” he said, taking something off of the bedside cabinet and slipping it in his pocket. He grabbed a pair of shoes and slipped them on. He took Naruto’s hand and pulled him up off the bed, then led him to the window.
“Where are we going?” Naruto demanded. He wondered if Sakura had managed to break Sasuke, he was acting weird.
Sasuke shot him a secretive look, his dark eyes smouldering. “You’ll see,” was all he said before slipping out of the window.
They didn’t go to their cars; instead Sasuke led them across the gardens, to an old gate set in the back wall. It had once been cast iron, tweaked into a fanciful swirl of leaves and vines, but age had turned it mainly to rust. Sasuke managed to shove it open wide enough for them to fit through. Naruto thought that Fugaku would have a fit if he knew that this was here. Security was tight at the Uchiha manor, and here was a back door any psycho could wander through.
The gate opened onto a narrow lane, flanked by the high brick wall of the Uchiha mansion on one side, and an overgrown hedge on the other. Judging by the amount of grass growing in the road that was barely wide enough for a car to pass through, it had not been used in some time.
Naruto followed Sasuke as he set off down the lane. Every time Naruto asked where they were going, Sasuke would shoot him a veiled look. Sasuke led them over a style into a field. They crossed the field, full of ripening corn, then into another one inhabited by sheep. Naruto carefully picked his way through the dung that littered the short grass. They came out of the sheep field onto another narrow lane. Naruto hadn’t a clue where they were. His curiosity was piqued; he wondered where Sasuke was taking him. The lane ended at the rusty gates of an old, abandoned church. The building was made of grey stone, squat with the steeple raising only ten feet higher than the roof. Crumbling gravestones, their legends long worn away by wind and rain, were strewn haphazardly in the weed choked yard.
Naruto glanced at Sasuke.
“You said words said in a church are important,” Sasuke said, his voice defensive.
“I think you’re missing the point,” Naruto replied, standing well back as Sasuke broke the rusted chain holding the gates shut. One side of the gates fell off its hinges, thumping to the ground. Sasuke carefully stepped over it.
“Come on,” he said, turning briefly to Naruto, before picking his way through the overgrown church yard.
Naruto followed with some trepidation. He was pretty sure that breaking into a church, even an old abandoned one like this, was probably blasphemy, or sacrilege, or at the very least just plain illegal. Sasuke didn’t seem daunted. He was fiddling with the locks to the old wooden door when Naruto caught up with him.
“Sasuke, stop,” Naruto said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Sasuke ignored him. He turned to Naruto with a grin as the lock popped open, and pushed the door open, slipping the pin he had used into his pocket. He took Naruto’s hand, and dragged him into the church.
It was dark inside, despite the fact that it was still daylight outside. Most churches Naruto had been in had tall stained glass windows. This one was more austere; the windows were tall, but narrow, letting long bars of light fall into the church, and they were glazed with plain glass. The air was heavy with dust and neglect; one of the windows had broken some time ago, and it had let in leaves and debris from outside. The pews still stood, though some of them looked rickety, and the Alter at the front remained, a tall thing carved of wood.
Sasuke marched Naruto up the aisle, stopping in front of the Alter. Naruto snatched his hand away, only to have Sasuke take it back, gripping tightly to his wrist.
“You’ve gone crazy,” Naruto declared, “one taste of het sex, and it’s driven you over the edge.”
“Hardly,” Sasuke replied dryly. “I’m giving you what you wanted.” He shifted his grip on Naruto’s arm, so their fingers were twined together, and placed his other hand onto the Alter. He tipped his head back, dubiously staring up at the ceiling. Naruto wondered if there were bats roosting up there.
“I don’t believe in you,” Sasuke began.
Naruto rolled his eyes. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but that’s not how you pray,” he said.
“I’m being honest.” Sasuke shot a glance at Naruto, before looking upwards again. “I don’t believe in you. When I was little, I used to ask you to make Itachi better, but you never listened to me, he just kept on getting worse and worse. Well, maybe you won’t listen now, and maybe you won’t listen in two months time, but this means something to Naruto, so I’m going to try talking to you one last time.”
Sasuke paused, taking a deep breath, as if steeling himself. Naruto was strangely touched by his words, that Sasuke was taking his feelings into consideration. Granted, all Sasuke really needed to do was to call off the wedding, but nothing was ever simple where Sasuke was concerned.
“I love Naruto,” Sasuke continued. “I love him, more than anything, and I’ll never love anyone but him in this way. He’s everything to me. So, my heart and soul and everything else belong to him. This is the truth. And when I say what I have to say in two months time, just ignore it. It’s lies.”
Sasuke’s eyes remained on the ceiling as he said this, but his hand tightened on Naruto’s. Naruto swallowed a sudden lump in his throat at the raw emotion evoked by Sasuke’s words. Impulsively, he placed his free hand on the Alter, and tipped his head back to look up.
“Me too,” he said, “I love him too, more than anything; Sasuke is my soul mate, and I’ll love him forever.”
They moved at the same time, shifting their heads from looking up, to looking at each other. Naruto could see the truth of their words reflected in Sasuke’s eyes. He was suddenly too choked with emotion to speak. The hand placed on the Alter raised, as if of its own accord, and cupped Sasuke’s cheek. His fingers brushed Sasuke’s lashes, feeling moisture there. Sasuke’s free hand slipped through Naruto’s hair in a gentle caress, and then they were kissing, soft brushes of lips at first, silent promises, gentle caresses, that became more insistent as passion passed between them, a fire fanned by wind, becoming a bigger and bigger blaze.
Somehow, Naruto found himself on his back in front of the Alter, Sasuke on top of him; their legs twined together, kissing, and kissing, and kissing. He cupped Sasuke’s face between his palms to stop him.
“We can’t,” Naruto breathed, “not here,”
“Why not?” Sasuke slipped out of his grasp, his lips on Naruto’s throat, one hand sliding down Naruto’s jeans. Naruto let out a gasp as Sasuke’s hand closed on his cock, which seemed to agree more with Sasuke than himself.
“Because…it’s a church, Sasuke, it’s…wrong. Besides, God’s watching us.”
Sasuke nipped at Naruto’s throat “I don’t care,” Sasuke replied, “let Him watch.”
“I swear, one day you’re going to be smote down.”
“Read the Bible, Naruto. Apparently sodomy is a sin; if I’m being smote, you’re going down with me.”
His hand tightened on Naruto’s cock, presenting a far better argument, and Naruto gave in; falling was such a sweet sensation, after all.
Their shirts were stripped between kisses and caresses. The stone against Naruto’s back was cold, but Sasuke’s body was so warm that he could ignore it. Trousers were shed, and they were pressed together, flesh against flesh. Naruto could feel Sasuke’s length hard against his own, then slipping lower. He abruptly became aware of the position he was in, and he was tempted, sorely tempted, to go with the flow. But Sasuke was still going to marry Sakura, and he had promised himself that he would only give in, and give himself to Sasuke, when Sasuke was completely and totally his.
With a groan, Naruto rolled them, pinning Sasuke to the stone floor. He gazed down into lust hazy eyes, pressing their cocks together, moving his hips to create friction between them. Sasuke arched his back with a cry, pressing against Naruto.
“I wanted,” Sasuke gasped out.
“I know,” Naruto replied, trailing a line of kisses across his cheek. “Another time. No lube.” It was a poor excuse, but Sasuke seemed to accept it.
“Then fuck me,” Sasuke groaned.
“No lube,” Naruto repeated, breathless with want.
“Like I care about that, use spit.”
Naruto buried his face in Sasuke’s neck, overcome with sudden laughter. “So romantic, Sasuke,” he said, nipping at a fading bruise. Sasuke caught Naruto’s wrist, and took his fingers into his mouth, sucking at them lewdly, as if it were a cock in his mouth. Naruto’s member twitched at that thought, and he pulled his fingers from Sasuke’s mouth, reaching between them, he pressed two against Sasuke’s anus. They slipped in slowly, and Sasuke let out a deep groan.
“Fuck, Naruto, I need your cock in me,” Sasuke said. His eyes were half lidded as they locked with Naruto’s. Naruto watched as pleasure and pain danced across Sasuke’s face as he slowly fucked him with his fingers. He tried to spread them, but Sasuke’s ass was tight and resistant.
“Please, Naruto,” Sasuke moaned.
It was too much to take, Sasuke looked so wanton and fuckable; Naruto had to have him. He tugged his fingers out of Sasuke’s tight ass, and lined his cock up. The head pressed against Sasuke’s hole for a long moment before pushing its way in. slowly, painfully slowly, Naruto sank into Sasuke. Under him, Sasuke writhed, his breath coming in sobbing gasps. His eyes were wet, and his cheeks flushed. Still, his legs wrapped around Naruto’s hips, and his hands gripped Naruto’s shoulders so tightly that his fingernails dug into the skin, drawing blood.
Naruto let out a long groan as he finally sank all the way into Sasuke. They clung together panting as Sasuke got used to the invasion, and Naruto became accustomed to the tightness engulfing his cock from root to tip, squeezing him tightly, and sending pleasure tingling to his balls.
They remained locked together, not moving, as they exchanged kisses and caresses again. Only it felt a million times more intimate. When Naruto started to move, it was a barely perceptible shifting of his hips; not really thrusting, more like shifting inside Sasuke. Nevertheless, it caused pleasure to course through his cock; Sasuke was trembling and moaning against him, occasionally letting out a breathy “yes,” or “Naruto.”
Naruto’s movements became more defined. Sasuke’s hands trailed down his back, tracing the shifting muscles as he pulled his cock half way out before sliding it in again.
Naruto had buried his face in Sasuke’s neck, kissing and licking. He raised his head and looked deep into Sasuke’s eyes. He was close, he could feel it; Sasuke was so tight, every thrust felt like heaven and hell all at once. Sasuke’s cock was hard as rock between them; he wouldn’t last long, either.
“You really meant what you said, didn’t you?” Naruto found himself asking softly.
“Every word, I swear it. I love you, Naruto.”
Naruto let out a soft sob, and began moving again, pressing his lips against Sasuke’s kissing him deeply. “I love you,” he murmured between kisses; “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Sasuke let out a cry, and arched his back. His nails dug into Naruto’s flesh, raking lines down his back. Naruto could feel his cock between them twitching as he came, the dampness of his seed on his stomach. Sasuke’s ass tightened around his cock, and with a cry of Sasuke’s name he was coming, long and hard.
For a while they lay there, naked, still joined, kissing.
Coldness eventually had them reluctantly parting, slipping back into their clothing. It was dark outside, and Naruto wondered how they were going to get across the sheep field without picking up half a tonne of dung on the bottom of their shoes. It didn’t really matter though, he reflected as he and Sasuke walked hand in hand out of the church. The moon was almost full, and shining down on them brightly. It didn’t matter how much shit the world slung at them; Sasuke was his.
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